The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1887-03-17
We do not feel that

We do not feel that way to-jav. As vs.
| gazJ upon the slc"jire 81 Chrfst u0d
think Of what we have boon aud what we
| have done, our hearts mott within us. W.
see one dying accursoi for our ain, aud
we hear HIM In his diving words hc-uipS
| for our service, d yet how little service
| we have rendered. OF this short life we
have begrudgci God even fragment
Alasl AlasI Some Of Va have lived ou'
the most of our DAYS, and vet we have
rendered to God no earnest service. Sad
that we could have 80 ualtreatcd him OF
| whom all our hopes depend.
Oh, my brethren and sisters in Christ
to-day join hands with me in confession
before Christ II there be any place more
humble than another, let US tax, it. II
thore be any PRAYER more importuuate
than another, let MS breathe II. n thcrt
be any confession moro nttor than an
other, let US now weep il out:
Wen might the sun IN darkness hide
And shut his glorcs in.
When Chr 81 the mighty IN aker died
For man, the creatures Sin
Once morci This - tender and nb-
sorbing scene beCaus, 1t is auticipativc
NY brethren. we are not always going 4
stay here. This is not our home This +,
only the vestibule Of the church in which
at last, we expect to enter. Ar
ter while our names vii
be taken off the church books, or there
will be a mark in the margin 70 indicJ',
that we have gone to better church and
a higher communion. Our Father IS no
going 10 let his children remain in tho
dust. The grave is no place for US to stay
in, "The trumpet shall sound and the
dead shall rise" The Lord shall dcsCe d
from Heaven with a shout and the voice
of the archangel, and we shall rise. The
white robe in which they put US to our
last slumber here must get winter. Oh
the reunion OF patriarChs, and apostle s
and prophets, and of all our g,oriied
kindred, and Of that great multi
tude that no man can numberr
Our sorrows over. Our Jour
ney ended. II will be "a when kings ban.
quet And, Just as the snow of winter
melts and the fel Is w II brighten in tho
glorious springtime, SO IT will b. with all
these cold sorrows Of earth; they shall be
melted away at last before the warm sun
shine OF Heaven.
While | present these thoughts this
morning does 1t not seem that Heaven
comes very near to US, as though our
friends, whom we thOuht q great way
off, are not in the distance, but close byl
You have sometimes come down TO a
river at nightfall, and you have
been surprised how easily vou could
hear voices across the river. You shout
ed over TO the other side of the river and
they shouted back II is said thai when
George Whitetield preached in Third
street, Philadelphia, one evening time, his
voice was heard clear across TO the New
Jersey shore. When ! was little while
chaplain in the army, remember how at
eventide we could easily hear the voices
OF the pickets across the Potomac just
when they were using ordinary tones
And as we come to-day and stand by the
river of Jordan, that divides us from uuI
friends who are gone, it seems to me we
stand on one bank and they stand on the
other, and it is only Il narrow stream, and
our voices 90 and their voices come.
Harkl Hush! l hear distinctly what
they say:
These are they who come out OF great tribula
ton, and had their robes washed and made
white in the blood OF the Lamb
Still the voice come across the waters,
and hear:
ave hunger no moro, we thirst no more,
neither shall the sun light on US, nor any
heat, for the Lamb, which is in the midst
of the throne, lead ) us to living fountaini
of water, and God wipeth away all tear
from our eyes"